Ling Fei could even feel his burning restlessness. Luckily, the phone rang just in time, and Song Tian Mo grimly answered the call and stepped out of the room.
The kitchen was desolate. Ling Fei also grabbed her bag and card and headed out. She bought something to fill her stomach and started thinking about the next day's advertisement when she got back to the apartment.
By the time Song Tian Mo returned to the apartment, it was the wee hours of the morning.
He turned on the lights and entered the bedroom. Ling Fei had already fallen asleep. Standing by the bed, Song Tian Mo's face was unreadable, his gaze conflicted.
Even though it was already late when the banquet ended, and the villa was clearly closer than the party venue, he inexplicably returned to the apartment driving his Maybach after the banquet.
The apartment wasn't as cold as before since Ling Fei was there. It obviously had more traces of human presence.